craving candles and braile selecting in the soft light,
chrystanthymums and highbush cranberries color
those barrens where the one reservation cop
rides the lighthouse gravel
and the salmon fences
point towards Nova Scotia
at low tide
in the hatchery stench
and the mossy boats
are poised-

“The thing I like about Irish whiskey is that the more you drink the smoother it goes down. Of course that's probably true of antifreeze as well, but illusion is nearly all we have.”
― Robert B. Parker, Valediction

"You'd be worth the burn"

"I've been exchanging sad songs with Tath and now I want to kill myself."

I want to watch the " Ten Commandments" with the sound off
and Bob Marleys " Uprising" on the stereo

I want to drink butter tea in Tibet

I want to touch the Dalai Lama

I want to save women

I want to eat penny candy and feel like I did when I was 8

I want to write the meaning of life in 17 syllables

I want to play my Rickenbacker for 24 hours
3 chords, and sing every blues song i know

I want to understand

I want to die in my sleep

I want to have that " feeling" of belonging I've had at events in my life
the one mind mentality..

I want to see a volcano

I want to go back to las vegas and kiss that korean waitress

and all these desires
are standing in the way
of my true liberation

and even though i know this...
i can't give them up

__________________Gate gate pāragate pārasamgate bodhi svāhā

Nothing is better than Something

“The thing I like about Irish whiskey is that the more you drink the smoother it goes down. Of course that's probably true of antifreeze as well, but illusion is nearly all we have.”
― Robert B. Parker, Valediction

"You'd be worth the burn"

"I've been exchanging sad songs with Tath and now I want to kill myself."

Originally posted by eagleyez bite the end off of a licorice whip and fill it with pixie stix-

like fairie dust.

hey mate-hows Beantown?

you're a hard liner man
we just dumped 'em all in water and drank it like " magic potion"

Boston rocks my friend
this could be the year for the Sox
( yes i know...we say that every year)

how are things in Glocca Morra??

can ya smell sweet grass??

__________________Gate gate pāragate pārasamgate bodhi svāhā

Nothing is better than Something

“The thing I like about Irish whiskey is that the more you drink the smoother it goes down. Of course that's probably true of antifreeze as well, but illusion is nearly all we have.”
― Robert B. Parker, Valediction

"You'd be worth the burn"

"I've been exchanging sad songs with Tath and now I want to kill myself."

I sit on my porch and rock with my coffee warming
my hands and look down thru the mountains
at the dry grass in too many shades of brown
and I shudder from the cold
but my gaze travels on to a window seat
where the snow is four feet deep outside
and blowing and every teeny branchlet
is trimmed in ice and overhanging the road
and the fireplace is all there is for life in this house
and I am warm and cozy in my memories.

“The thing I like about Irish whiskey is that the more you drink the smoother it goes down. Of course that's probably true of antifreeze as well, but illusion is nearly all we have.”
― Robert B. Parker, Valediction

"You'd be worth the burn"

"I've been exchanging sad songs with Tath and now I want to kill myself."

“The thing I like about Irish whiskey is that the more you drink the smoother it goes down. Of course that's probably true of antifreeze as well, but illusion is nearly all we have.”
― Robert B. Parker, Valediction

"You'd be worth the burn"

"I've been exchanging sad songs with Tath and now I want to kill myself."